#idk their dynamic seems fun :b

[synesthete-sylke]

ok so uh. men. and also geminislay

i wanted to do anatomy practice and pole dancing poses are hella cool so have some pole dancer scott, bdubs and gem

scott does it because he likes it and enjoys feeling attractive when he does it; he'd been doing in the longest out of the three

bdubs does it because he found out scott did it and thought it looked cool

and gem does it because it's a good workout and when scott found out she was learning he invited her to join him and bdubs during secret life

[domm1etae]

needy pup

mingi x f!reader

oneshot | mdni

2.1k

Mingi may be the perfect alpha on campus—popular, charming, and everyone’s favorite—but the moment he’s around you, all his composure crumbles. When his need for you gets too overwhelming to handle during a study session, you decide to give your needy pup exactly what he’s been begging for. Turns out, he’s more obedient than anyone would’ve guessed

nsfw tags under

f/m, mention of a/b/o dynam., alpha submissive top mingi, beta dominant bottom reader, pet names, jerking off, pleading, semi-public sex, going down on her, oral sex, quick sex, cumming inside without condom (pls wrap up your piener irl), female reader, and more idk anymore lol

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Song Mingi is an alpha.

But not the kind you’d expect.

Sure, he’s the campus favorite—everyone knows his name. Whether it’s omegas, betas, or even other alphas, they all seem drawn to him like moths to a flame. But unlike the image most people have of alphas, Mingi isn’t all bark and bite. Yeah, he’s got the size and the presence, but he’s also got this easygoing charm that makes him approachable. He’s not trying to prove anything to anyone. Mingi is just… Mingi.

And that’s what makes him stand out.

It’s not like he hasn’t had his moments, though. Back in high school, he was a total pain—always cracking jokes, pulling harmless pranks, and skating by with his boyish grin. His teachers were over it, but somehow, he had this magnetic energy that kept people from staying mad at him for long. He wasn’t the type to pick fights or throw his weight around; he just had that playful streak that made life a little more interesting.

Now, in his second year of university, Mingi’s mellowed out a bit. He still knows how to have fun, but he’s more focused these days. Or at least, he was until he met you.

Y/N.

You weren’t just some random classmate. From the moment Mingi saw you, something shifted. It wasn’t just that you were beautiful—though you definitely are—it was the way you carried yourself. Calm, confident, like you didn’t need anyone to tell you how amazing you were. For someone like Mingi, who’s so used to people trying to impress him, your vibe was… refreshing.

And a little intimidating.

The thing is, alphas aren’t supposed to feel small. Not physically, not emotionally, not in any way. But around you? Mingi couldn’t help it. You’d give him one look—just one—and it felt like the ground beneath his feet disappeared. At first, he thought he was imagining it. Alphas don’t submit, right? That’s just not how it works.

Except it is.

Because with you, Mingi’s entire dynamic flipped. He found himself saying “yes” before you even finished your requests, practically jumping to do anything you asked. Grabbing your bag, holding the door, running across campus to get you snacks—you name it, he did it. And it wasn’t because he felt obligated. It was because he wanted to.

There was something about you that made him crave your approval. Your smirk, the way you’d tease him—it turned his brain into static. Every time you praised him, even for the smallest thing, he felt like he’d won the lottery.

Before the two of you got close, Mingi spent way too much time trying to figure you out. He’d catch himself staring at you in class or conveniently ending up in the same places as you, hoping you’d notice him. And when you finally did? It felt like the stars had aligned.

But getting close to you wasn’t easy. You weren’t the type to fall for cheap charm or shallow compliments. You made him work for it—really work for it—and Mingi loved that. Every little victory, every small smile you gave him, felt earned.

When he finally built up the nerve to ask you out, his heart was practically in his throat. He expected you to laugh or maybe let him down gently. But you didn’t. You said yes. And just like that, Mingi’s world tilted on its axis.

Now that you’re his, Mingi can’t get enough. He doesn’t care about what’s expected of him as an alpha. He only cares about you. And if anyone thinks it’s strange that someone like him gets so soft for someone like you? Well, that’s their problem, not his.

Mingi’s eyes flit between the clock on the wall and Y/N, who is flipping through her notes at her desk. They’re currently sitting in the schools library, and while Y/N is busy preparing for an upcoming exam, Mingi is squirming in his seat, unable to focus on anything but the growing ache between his legs.

“I told you to go do something productive,” Y/N says, barely sparing him a glance as she writes something in her notebook.

Mingi shakes his head, his pout growing. “Don’t wanna. Wanna stay with you.”

Y/N rolls her eyes but can’t hide the amused smirk tugging at her lips. “Pup,” she sighs, turning in her chair to look at him fully. “You’re distracting yourself sitting here. Go take a walk or something. I’ll be done soon.”

“But I need you,” he whines, his voice soft but desperate, laced with need.

“You’re being dramatic,” Y/N replies, leaning back in her chair, arms crossing over her chest. But she knows that look. That glint of need in his eyes.

“Can’t help it,” Mingi mumbles, his gaze darting downward, shame creeping up his neck as he fidgets in his seat. His hand twitches near his lap, and Y/N doesn’t miss the way his breath hitches as he rubs his thighs together.

“Are you seriously getting hard right now?” Y/N raises a brow, her tone somewhere between amused and incredulous.

Mingi’s cheeks flush red as he nods, barely meeting her eyes. “I can’t help it, Y/N. You smell so good, and—and I’ve been good all day! Please…” His voice cracks as his need grows, and Y/N notices the way his hands grip the edge of the desk, trying to ground himself.

“Poor pup,” Y/N teases, leaning closer to him. “You really can’t handle yourself, can you?”

Mingi sniffles, his desperation apparent in the way his eyes shine with unshed tears. “Please, Y/N. I—I need you so bad. Just let me taste you. I promise I’ll be good.”

Y/N tilts her head, pretending to think it over, though she’s already made up her mind. Seeing Mingi like this—needy, desperate, and begging—is enough to make her wet. She stands, gesturing for him to follow.

“Get up,” she commands. “Let’s find a place before someone walks in here.”

Mingi doesn’t hesitate, scrambling to his feet and trailing behind her like the obedient pup he is. She leads him to a small, unused classroom down the hall, locking the door behind them. The second the door clicks shut, Mingi is on his knees in front of her, looking up at her with wide, pleading eyes.

“Good boy,” Y/N purrs, running her fingers through his hair. “You really are desperate, aren’t you? Go on, pup. Show me how much you want it.”

Mingi’s hands tremble as he hooks his fingers under the waistband of her pants, pulling them down along with her underwear. He groans when her bare pussy is revealed, glistening with arousal. “Fuck,” he mutters, practically drooling. “You’re so pretty, Y/N.”

She smirks, leaning back against the desk and spreading her legs. “It’s all yours, pup. Don’t make a mess.”

Mingi wastes no time, diving in with a hunger that borders on feral. His tongue laps at her folds, drawing out a satisfied sigh from Y/N. He’s sloppy, licking and sucking with a desperation that makes her thighs tremble around his head.

“Good boy,” she praises, her fingers tangling in his hair to guide him. “Just like that. Make me feel good, pup.”

Mingi moans against her, the vibrations sending shocks of pleasure through her body. His hands grip her thighs, holding her steady as he buries his face deeper between her legs, his nose brushing against her clit as his tongue works her entrance.

Y/N’s head tilts back, a low moan escaping her lips. “You’re so eager,” she teases, looking down at him. “You really can’t get enough, can you?”

He shakes his head, his movements frantic. “Never,” he mumbles against her, his voice muffled. “Need you so bad.”

She lets him continue for a while longer, enjoying the way he whimpers and moans as he devours her. Than she pulls him back by his hair, smirking at the way his lips and chin glisten with her arousal.

“Don’t stop, pup,” she pants, her voice breathless. “Make me cum, and I’ll let you fuck me after.”

The promise lights a fire in him. Mingi dives in deeper without hesitation, his broad shoulders parting your thighs wider as he grips them, keeping you spread open. His hot breath hits your core, and the way his tongue flicks out and barely grazes over your folds has you twitching in anticipation.

“Pup,” you murmur, fingers tangling in his hair as you tug his face closer. “Don’t waste time—get to it. You’re starving, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” he groans, voice muffled as he licks a stripe from your entrance to your clit. He circles his tongue slowly, savoring the taste, before pulling back to whisper, “Tastes so good, so perfect—thank you…”

“Stop thanking me and start eating properly.”

The edge in your voice spurs him on, and suddenly Mingi’s tongue is relentless. He’s licking, sucking, and lapping at your folds with fervor, moaning softly like he’s the one being pleasured. His hands grip your thighs tighter, his fingers digging into your flesh as he pulls you even closer to his mouth, like he’s scared you’ll take this away from him.

The sounds are obscene—his mouth slurping against you, his muffled groans, and your breathy moans echoing in the small, empty classroom. You glance down and see Mingi’s eyes locked on you, pupils blown wide as he stares up, completely lost in the act.

“Fuck, pup,” you gasp, hips jerking involuntarily. His tongue is everywhere—flicking over your clit, dipping into your entrance, and dragging along every inch of you. “Look at you, making such a mess of yourself. You really can’t control yourself, can you?”

Mingi whines against you, shaking his head. His lips wrap around your clit, sucking hard enough to pull a cry from your throat. You feel one of his hands leave your thigh, and when you glance down, you see him stroking his cock desperately, precum smearing over his fingers as he jerks himself off to the sound of your moans.

“Needy boy,” you tease, tugging lightly on his hair to make him look at you. “All you had to do was wait for me to finish my work, but no, you had to act like a desperate little pupyou are. Now look at you—messy and so fucking hard you can’t even think straight, huh?”

“Y-Yeah,” he chokes out, his lips red and shiny as he pulls back for a second. “I can’t—I can’t stop thinking about you, Y/N. You’re all I want—all I need.”

You smirk, cupping his cheek. “Then keep going, pup. Show me just how much you need me.”

With a low growl, Mingi dives back in, tongue thrusting inside you as his nose rubs against your clit. His movements are frantic now, like he’s trying to prove just how desperate he is. The hand on his cock speeds up, and you can tell by the way his hips are twitching that he’s close.

“Don’t you dare cum yet,” you warn, gripping his hair tighter. He lets out a muffled whimper, his tongue faltering for a second before resuming its task. “Good boy. Make me cum first, and I’ll let you finish after as I promised.”

And after those words, his tongue is suddenly everywhere, licking and sucking like his life depends on it. The pressure builds quickly, and you throw your head back, a moan ripping from your throat as the knot in your stomach tightens.

“Right there, pup, just like that—don’t stop,” you gasp, thighs clenching around his head. Mingi groans, the vibration sending shockwaves through your body, and with one final flick of his tongue over your clit, you’re falling over the edge, your body trembling as your orgasm crashes over you.

Mingi doesn’t stop, his tongue still working you through your high as he whines against you, his hips bucking into his hand. When you finally push his head away, panting and spent, he looks up at you with wide, needy eyes, his lips glistening with your release.

“Can I—please, Y/N, can I cum now?” he begs, his voice cracking as he strokes himself faster. “I’ve been so good, haven’t I? Please let me cum, I need it so bad.”

You bite your lip, pretending to think it over, before finally nodding, turning around and bending over the table. “Go ahead, pup. Show me how good you are.”

With a broken moan, he inserts his dick inside, his head falls back as he spills inside of you with just one thrust, his cock twitching as he comes. You turn around right after to reach out and ruffle his hair as he collapses against you, panting and spent.

“Good boy,” you murmur, stroking his cheek. “You did so well for me.”

Mingi looks up at you with a blissed-out smile, his eyes half-lidded. “Anything for you, Y/N. Always.”

[themusingsofacurlyhairednerd]

HEYYYYYYYYYYYYYY IK UR writING OTHER STUFF RN SO EEL FREE TO IGNORE THIS BUTTTTTTTTTT LIIKE I WANTED TO SHARE MY BRAINROT (idk if u do a/b/o so here's the warning my idea is weird and smutty and dark and if you don't like that or are uncomfortable please don't feel pressured to read further! I completely understand)

i cant get out the idea of being in an a/b/o universe where your rhysand's omega (but like in a pack way and you guys haven't done anything yet) and yk alphas are all about dominance and stuff so imagine one day you accidentally do something in front of cass and az and him like not obeying him to come to him when he asks and he just decides right then and there he needs to make u submit to him which leads to Rhys fucking u into submission Infront of azz and cass but like in a sweet 'i need u to obey me darling" way

anyways ur a great writer and I love ur werewolf works! hope my idea make u stay up at night thinking about it <333

I love getting fic requests! Sometimes I get too hyper focused on finishing a project that I forget to have fun with it and requests help get me out of my head, so send as many as you like! <3 (And yes this one literally kept me up last night thinking about it lmao)

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Claimed

Warnings: Possessive!Rhys, Dominate!Rhys, SMUT, Voyeurism, A/B/O dynamics.

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A blaring base rattles the windows, the cabin shaking under the heavy thrum of music from one of Azriel's club playlists. The sensual beat has the pack pushing the worn furniture in the living room up against the walls to make room for an impromptu dance floor. There's more than one pack here tonight, all cramming into the den for a monthly party that has an endless stream of booze and mirthroot that would put RIta's to shame. The pack likes to party and they don't like to do it alone.

Rhysand has rules in place of course. One: Visiting Alphas have to stay ten feet apart from each other, any hint of a fight equals immediate expulsion from this party and any other future event; usually this keeps the visiting packs in line--there are few places in Illyria that come with this much free booze and a chance for social climbing, they won't risk a misstep. Two: The upstairs bedrooms are off limits for everyone outside the pack; no one else's scent enters his domain. For it is his, and his alone. Don't let the fact that Azriel and Cassian are a rare pair of Alphas allowed to run with the pack fool you, the pack answers to Rhys and Rhys alone. And Third, and most important: Omegas are off limits.

You think he made this one specifically for you, and not just because Azriel had seemed surprised when it had been implemented, but because Rhys always made sure you were close by. You want a drink? Rhys grabs it from the fridge for you, making sure he's the only one that pops the lid off the bottle before it touches your hands. Want to dance? You have three acceptable partners: Amren, Mor, or Rhys. Cassian had asked you once, Rhys had nearly ripped out his throat in response. The poor Alpha had slept outside for a week afterwards.

Which would be an acceptable response if Rhys was your Alpha. If his claiming mark adorned your throat and you'd moved all your stuff into his room, getting your nest ready for your next heat. But he isn't. Yes, he'd found you in the Hewn City, about to be auctioned off like a breeding mare and saved you; had brought you into the pack and made you feel safe and welcome and cared for. All things you were a stranger to, especially without a price. He never asked anything of you. When that first heat had hit you he'd offered you some of his shirts to nest in and brought food and water to your door, but he'd never come in. Never touched you like you wished he would. He was the pack's Alpha, but he'd never claimed you as his Omega.

You've tried to make your peace with it, tried to tell yourself that he just doesn't want you like that, but then he comes up with these rules and gets defensive when anyone gets too close to you. It's infuriating! He can't have it both ways. Either he wants you as a pack mate, or he wants you as his mate. He can't have both.

You cannot take him trying to have both any longer! His scent drives you mad, makes the wolf within you whimper and preen, yearning to be touched and claimed and taken the way you sometimes think he wants to. Sometimes he looks at you like he plans to devour you whole and you'd happily lie down and bare your throat and body to him if only he would make a move.

You've decided tonight's the night. Your heat will be here soon enough. If he's not going to make a claim on you than he needs to let you find someone who will.

You know of course that it won't be Azriel or Cassian. They'd never dare make a move on you with Rhys as protective of you as he is. That doesn't mean you won't have a little fun with it.

You wait, let the night draw out, spending the first part tucked into Rhys's side like a good little Omega. He brings you cold beer whenever you ask, makes sure your part of every conversation he gets pulled into. Then you slip away to dance with Mor, the heavy thrum of the base a pulse that echoes in your veins as you sway and dance along with her. The Beta keeps her hands on your hips, always keeping a respectful gap between your bodies like she too is scared of what Rhys might do to her if she gets any closer. You feel his eyes on you like a brand the entire time.

You wait as long as possible to catch his eye, and feel yourself flush as that violet gaze drags over every inch of your body when you do. He takes his full lip between his teeth as he watches your hips sway to the beat. But he doesn't move away from the wall to come get you, just watches with laser focus to every movement your body makes.

You let him watch for awhile, intentionally shaking your ass when Mor spins you, or making sure you run your hands slowly over your chest when you know he's looking.

Still, he doesn't move to come get you.

So you move into the next phase of your plan. You're poking the beast by doing this. But you walk right up to where Azriel leans against the far wall, chatting animatedly with Cassian about some fight or another with as much confidence as you can muster.

"Need a new dance partner!" You declare.

Azriel shoots Cassian a look, dark brows raised underneath the thick curtain of onyx hair that falls into his face.

"You know the rules," Cassian says, waving a bottle in your face like a disapproving finger. "Go find Amren or Rhys."

You stick out your lower lip. "But I want to dance with you."

"How unfortunate, 'cause you're being summoned," Azriel retorts, gesturing with his chin to where Rhys stands in the kitchen, arms folded over his broad chest.

You can feel the disapproving glare from there, the heat in it making a shiver run down your spine. Rationally, you know that you should give up while you're ahead, but you need a decision to be made. You need to know if he wants you as badly as you want him.

You force yourself not to turn to look at him, your hands shaking as you say, "I don't see why he's being so intense about this. What's the harm? We're friends, aren't we?"

Azriel snorts in disbelief.

"Yes, we are friends," Cassian says tersely.

"Don't tell me you want something more than that, Cass?" You tease, batting your eyelashes at him with more confidence than you feel.

The Alpha's cheeks turn a bright shade of pink.

"You're his," Azriel says gruffly, leaving no room for an argument.

You push your hair off your shoulder, fingers brushing over your unmarked throat. "I don't see a claim anywhere, do you?"

"Now you've done it," Cassian mutters, pressing himself flat against the wall like the old wood might open up and swallow him.

You've lost sight of Rhys in your peripherals, so when his hand suddenly locks around your exposed throat and yanks, you're woefully unprepared. His body is hard and warm against your back as he pulls you flush against his chest, breath hot as he brings his lips to your ear.

"Just what do you think you're doing?" He growls.

You shiver under the dominance in his tone, under the sheer possessiveness in his touch. This is what you've wanted; this is what you've been waiting for.

"Just having a chat with the boys," you stutter. His hand is large enough that it encircles your throat like a necklace; he fits against you like it's right where he belongs.

"She asked us to dance," Azriel tattles and you shoot him a glare you don't really mean.

"You know the rules, Little One." His lips haven't left the spot next to your ear, mouth so close to where you want him to be. If he would only dip his head just a little and sink his fangs into your throat! He would be yours and you would be his and you would happily surrender to all these stupid rules if it meant you didn't have to question why he constantly left you in limbo about his feelings towards you.

"Maybe I just don't see the point to your stupid rules."

Cassian's eyes widen with a healthy enough dose of fear that your heart skips a beat in your chest.

His hand tightens just enough to make you gasp a little, a mirthless chuckle slipping past his lips. "What was that?"

"That's my queue to leave," Azriel says.

"No, stay. Want you here for this, Az," Rhys returns, but there is a lethal edge in his voice.

"Now, Darling, why don't you tell me exactly what you think about my stupid rules?"

You're in too deep now to get out of it. You swallow the lump in your throat, or try to, the pressure of his hand around your neck makes your head buzz. It's not like he hasn't let you cuddle up against him on the couch, hands tracing shapes into your skin, but he has never held you like this before. It's a heady sort of glee that fills your veins to finally have him touch you in a way that's more than casual. It makes thinking hard; makes that part of you that is so ready to submit rise to the surface. It is an effort to think past the white noise and find your voice. "I think..."

He knows your scent is changing, you can feel it in the way his chest presses into your back, body melding over yours. You're so damn tempted to rock your ass back into him, just to see what he would do to such brazen behavior.

"Go on, don't get shy now. You were so ready to bat those pretty little eyes at Cass a moment ago. Where'd all that attitude go, huh?" His hand slides up under your chin, tilting your head up so he can look at your face.

You're whole body trembles as you take him in, eyes so dark they're almost all pupil.

"Go on, say it." His voice is a deep, husky purr that makes your insides feel molten. The voice made for the gentle darkness of the bedroom, to be used as your bodies tangle in the sheets. You squeeze your eyes shut, trying not to think about the images that voice conjures, of all the things you would let him do to you if he asked in that tone.

You clench your thighs together unconsciously, trying to hide the sudden pool of wetness you feel spreading across your panties. He hasn't done anything at all, but you're so ready for him. So willing. You're practically shaking in his grip, your plans for the evening forgotten.

"I was just messing around," you mumble, confidence now lost. "Didn't mean it."

"Seemed like you meant it to me." He retorts. "Didn't it seem like she meant it, Az?"

"Sure did," he says.

You won't open your eyes to look at him, don't even want to think about how pathetic you look right now.

"Do you know what happens, when you break my rules, Omega?"

"I have an idea," you mutter.

"No," his breath dusts over your skin as his hand slides back down your throat, lips brushing over your jaw. It's not quite a kiss, but close enough that heat coils tight in your lower belly. "I don't think you have any idea what you've done."

A whimper slips out of you before you can bite it back down and that same mirthless chuckle rumbles through his chest as his lips dust over your throat. It's pure torture. Not the kiss you want but close enough to the real thing that you can pretend it is.

"Do you know why I have my rules in place?" He whispers.

"No," you whimper.

He nips teasingly at your earlobe. "To keep you safe. You know I want you to be safe, don't you, Darling?"

You'd nod if you could. "Mhm."

He scrapes his teeth along the tender skin beneath your jaw and you could honestly cry over how close he is to your scent glands, right where he needs to bite down to claim you.

"And there isn't an Alpha in here who hasn't thought about fucking you, you know that too, don't you?"

That's honestly news to you. If any of the visiting Alpha's had been paying you any attention, you hadn't noticed. None of them could compare to Rhys anyway.

"N-no," you stutter.

"See, that's why I had to make my rules," he continues, nose nuzzling against your scent gland now, taking in the smell of your budding arousal.

Now you're really shaking in his grip, thighs clenched so tightly together your muscles ache.

"Because I can't have anyone trying to take what's mine."

His. The heady swell of hope in your chest makes you just a bit bolder as you tilt your head back to try and look him in the eyes. This is what you'd been waiting for.

"But am I yours, Rhys?" You sound as small as you feel next to him.

His other hand has been pinning you in place by the hip, but it now trails slowly across your stomach, bunching up the minuscule skirts on your skin tight dress. His lips had been distracting, you don't notice until your flush with his hips just how hard he is behind you. His scent always feels overwhelming, but now it feels like the jasmine and citrus scent of him is seeping into your skin, trying to meld itself into your very being.

His hand drifts lower, parting your legs like there's no resistance, despite how hard you're still clenching them together. You let out a little gasp as his fingers glide over the embarrassing wet patch in your panties.

"You've always been mine," he growls. "From the moment I met you I knew."

The fact that Cassian and Azriel are watching does nothing to stop him from the slow, deliberate strokes he makes along your clothed core.

Pleasure licks it's way up your spine and you squeeze your eyes shut, trying to find something to ground yourself in. When you try to close your legs, he uses his knee to part them further, growling as he nips a warning to behave into your neck.

"Then why haven't..." coherent thought is becoming harder and harder the longer you remain in his grip. Cauldron you're going to slip into subspace embarrassingly fast at this rate, your base instincts taking over. "Haven't you claimed me?"

His tongue laves over your scent gland, lips sucking a bruise into your skin. "Wanted you to be comfortable," he murmmers into your skin. "Wanted it to be because you wanted me, not because you were about to go into heat, but now you've gone and made a mess of things, haven't you, Darling?"

"Didn't mean to," you whimper.

"Yes you did," Cassian points out.

Your audience is irrelevant as long as he keeps that pressure between your legs. You're fairly sure if he would pull his hand away now he would be able to see just how wet you really are.

"'m'sorry," you whimper, words jumbling as he applies a little more pressure. Your hips roll on their own accord, chasing the friction of his hands. Cauldron you could cum just like this.

"I don't think you've learned your lesson," he tuts, but he despite the threat you hear in his tone, his fingers doesn't stop moving, he doesn't try and stop you from grinding against his hand, even though he very well could. Perhaps he's always indulged you a little more than he should. "But you will."

"I'll be good, promise!" This position is torture! You can't roll over and expose your throat to him like you should, can't spread your legs and invite him to take whatever he wants from your body. You're at his mercy, chasing his hand like a horny teenager and it's all wrong and muddled in your head.

"We're not going to have this conversation about following my orders again, are we?" He asks.

"No," you assure as his thumb catches the edge of your panties and drags them to the side so he can finally touch you.

The hand holding your throat pulls away so suddenly you fall forward, hands darting out to catch the wall so you don't collapse. Neither Azriel nor Cassian move to catch you, though their eyes seem glued to where Rhys' hand is between your legs.

"No, what?" Rhys growls, the hand no longer holding your throat coming down hard against your ass.

You yelp, the sound just barely covered by the blaring music. The visiting packs still dance and party around you, but you can't focus on anything other than the stinging in your backside and the heat of Rhysand's body so close to yours.

"No, Alpha," you squeak.

His fingers pulls away from your core and you could cry from the loss, but the tears stinging your eyes are the least of your concerns as he slides your panties down your legs, leaving the damp fabric gathered at your ankles. Your dress isn't long enough to hide your exposed flesh, especially not when Rhys pushes the fabric up to your hips to land another well placed blow to your backside.

You bite down on your bottom lip to keep anyone from hearing you. "Say it like you mean it, Darling."

"Promise, I'll follow all your rules, Alpha!" You squeak.

Instead of another blow, he leans in close, the heat of his body seeping into yours as he presses a tender kiss beneath your jaw. "That's my, Omega."

You relax as you feel some of the tension slide from his body.

"And I know you'll keep that promise," he says in your ear. The music hides the sound of his zipper coming undone, but you feel the shift of him as he pulls away from you for a moment. "Because you know what happens when you obey me, don't you?"

He doesn't give you time to answer as he kicks your legs further apart. There's no time to think about it as the tip of his cock glides through the slick dripping down your thighs. Your mouth drops open, something between a moan and a squeak slipping past your lips as he pushes himself inside you. Your arms shake, hands firmly planted against the wall to try and maintain your balance. You try to rest your head against the worn wood, bracing yourself as he slides deeper and deeper inside you, but he grabs you by the throat again and pulls your head back so he can drag his teeth over your exposed throat.

You moan unabashedly now, the sound loud enough to be a scream.

He chuckles, the sound sweeter than the music shaking the house around. "Good Omegas get to cum."

You've lost count how many heats you've gone through over the years imagining how it would feel to have him inside you, none compare to this. Nothing, no toy, certainly not your own hands, could compare to the stretch of his thick length inside you. He takes you an inch at a time, lips nipping gently at your throat as he goes deeper than you thought possible.

"Fuck me," Cassian whispers, reminding you that he's there. "Look how she takes you."

You try to glance down at what they're seeing, but Rhys holds your chin in place, tutting disapprovingly in your ear when you try and fight him. "Now, now, just focus on me, yeah? This is as much a reminder to them that you're mine as it is to you."

He finally seats himself fully inside you, panting as he braces a hand against the wall to support himself. "Feel so good, Darling."

You lean your head back against his chest as he drags his hand down the wall to lace his fingers with yours, the gesture soft amidst the clear dominance in his every move. You're ready to surrender; you always have been but you've never been more aware of how naturally it comes to you until now.

"I'll be good," it's a chant, a prayer, chest heaving as you whimper and bare your throat best you can around his body as he leans over you. "I'll be your good Omega, promise!"

He pulls out tortuously slow, making sure you feel every inch of loss, until you're sure you'll feel empty forever. You're panting, breath rasping out of you, chest heaving as you babble and beg for him to come back, to fill you again. You think you might just promise anything to have him fully seated inside you again. Someone, you think it's Azriel, but you've lost the presence of mind to see either of the other males, laughs at your neediness. But Rhys merely kisses your throat tenderly before he slams himself back inside you.

You grip tightly to his hand, body jerking so quickly forward your chest brushes the wood of the wall.

He repeats the motion twice more, pleasure coiling tighter and tighter in your lower belly with each thrust.

"Rhys," you whimper.

"Gonna claim you later," he promises as your legs start to shake.

Heat licks up your spine, dances across your skin, you think you might be on fire with every bit of contact you have with his body. He is everywhere, filling all your senses.

"When we're alone and I can really take my time with you."

This isn't him taking his time? Your eyes roll back into your head, muscles tightening to the point of pain. He's so deep inside you, pace leisurely if not punishing. You can feel every thrust in your stomach, tip of his cock easily finding your cervix. You can barely breathe around each rough thrust back inside your dripping cunt.

"Please, Alpha," you whine. "Please, please!" You're so close.

He kisses beneath your jaw again, lips soft and gentle despite how he picks up his pace. "I think you've learned your lesson, Darling." His free hand slides down between your legs again, finding your clit with ease.

You squeeze your eyes shut as the coil in your belly tightens once more before it snaps entirely. You think you might be screaming his name, but you've lost control of your limbs, body going slack. His fingers leave your clit so he can catch you before you fall on your face, body limp as he pumps once, twice, three times more before his own release follows yours.

Even with all the white noise in your skull, the warmth of him inside you makes your base instincts preen. This is what you're made for; this is what you've been waiting months and months for.

You're caught between the wall and his chest, barely standing as he pulls himself out of you and hurriedly pulls his pants back up. "That's my girl!"

As soon as his zipper is back up, he's sweeping you into his arms, holding you close to his chest. "Did so good for me."

You nuzzle into his neck, dragging more of his scent over your skin, as if he hadn't already covered you in it.

"I take it this means you're not down to share?" Cassian asks, his voice sounding strained.

A growl rumbles through Rhys' chest. "I don't think you'll like my punishment for you quite as much as she did if you so much as look at her without my permission."

You giggle as you place a kiss to his throat. "Don't be such a grumpy Alpha, you know I only came over here because I wanted your attention."

"Mission accomplished," Azriel mutters.

Rhys kisses the tip of your nose as he leads you towards the stairs. "You could have just said so."

You find yourself grinning. All things considered, you're plan worked out flawlessly. "Where's the fun in that?"

[mochamadeleines]

Sins, Two Through Four <3

Javi doesnt do good girls. Literally and figuratively.

Theyre nice, sure. Honeyed voices and beautiful eyes. But theyre just not for him. He prefers to stick with what he knows best. Messy, broken, women who are looking to distract themselves with him and his body. Sharp eyes topped with heavy eyeliner and eyeshadow. Women who know what to do with him.

Hes been soiled by the world, therefore belongs with others whove met the same fate. But, hes okay with that. (3.3k words)

tags!! 18+ javier peña x reader ! one shot! inoccent reader i guess?, no set era just vaguely somewhere in the late 80s early 90s :p, since its like entirely from his perspective hes only referred to as Javi and not javier sorry if that bothers u </3, corruption, religious allegories, steve and connie r there for five seconds, dubious I suppose cuz they be drinking, smut but its not like Good and its also there for about five second lolol.., p in v sex, blow jobs, rough sex, lots of depressing internal dialogue for javi Uhhhhhh, Sus thoughts abt causing harm to u I GUESS?? Toxic javi of course lol. kinda bad boy x good girl concept here but he wants to make u WORSE. mannn idk, some dom/sub dynamics if u squinttt

authors notes!! hi! Ok my first Javi fic LOOOOL been binging narcos and i had to take a break from my joel fic in the works to write this shit. I SPENT THE ENTIRE DAY PUMPING THIS OUT AHHHHH Beinf as that ive been working on it For One whole day it may not b my best work but i still had fun!! i kinda like the religious allegories Uhh IM NOT RELIGIOUS OR SCHOLARYLY OR ANYTHING so take whatever i reference with a grain of artsy salt.. enjoy!!!!

Javi doesnt do good girls. Literally and figuratively.

Theyre nice, sure. Honeyed voices and beautiful eyes. But theyre just not for him. He prefers to stick with what he knows best. Messy, broken, women who are looking to distract themselves with him and his body. Sharp eyes topped with heavy eyeliner and eyeshadow. Women who know what to do with him.

Hes been soiled by the world, therefore belongs with others whove met the same fate. But, hes okay with that. 

That brings him to now, at this crowded bar with Steve, later Connie. And you, he guesses. Hes never met you but hes heard of you. Tonight youre tagging along so thats that.

Anyways, Steve is updating him on his daughter and something else about enrolling her in private school but New York City is wildly expensive. Javis caught the eye of a pretty brunette further away from the bar hes sitting at. Shes in a black miniskirt begging to get taken off.

“Stop eye-fuckin’ her, Im talkin’ to you.”

“Relax, Im listening.” Javi takes another drag from his cigarette, tapping away the ash into a tray.”Youre a hard worker, Im sure you can find a way to move up and earn a little more for Olivias private schooling.”

Steve sighs, nursing his beer as he thinks. “Maybe. Just dont wanna be away from her more than i have to be.”

“Mm.”

The brunette beckons him over, and Javi is already sliding off the stool to meet her. “Ill be r-”

“Steve!” 

Connie is here, and so is her-

Friend? 

Youre wearing a baby blue slip with sheer white tights and a thin, white cardigan. Youre pretty. Its only when you introduce yourself and he meets your eyes that hes sure. Youre good. And he doesnt do good. Youre not his type, Javi decides. Lame.

He moves down a seat so you can sit next to Connie whos also next to Steve, and you seem nervous. He gets the feeling you dont come out to places like this a lot. Its too.. Grungy. People smoke inside and get crazy drunk and dance. Probably not your speed. Youre easy to read.

Steve, “Remind me again how you know each other?”

“From work! Shes a nurse.” Connie smiles at Steve first, and then to you. A nurse, of course. Because youre good and its practically oozing off of you. Maybe hes wrong. He hopes hes wrong. Only because youre so pretty, with pretty pink blush and lipgloss. 

You now, “I work in pediatrics.”

You work with children? Jesus christ.

You help people- help your community and take care of children. Javi had to watch children die, over and over, all too complicit each time it happens. No, youre not his type. Hes not into angels. Javi is far from holy and isnt about to desecrate you.

Then there's this feeling that starts to stir in his gut. An ugly feeling that wants to scratch through flesh and bone to get out.  He takes the final drag of his cigarette before smushing it into the ashtray. Why do you bother him so much? Maybe its because upon your arrival that pretty brunette he was eyeing disappeared. A real shame.

But youre here, and your breasts are softly spilling over the neckline of your dress, and while the length is enough to cover your ass when youre standing, the way it looks while youre sitting is a whole different story. Youre good eye candy. Glass half full thinking.

He clears his throat. “How long-” 

The bartender interrupts with a pearly smile. Hes asking if you want anything and hes obviously into you. Annoyingly so.

While youre ordering, Steve and Connie walk away to dance, and Connie stops by Javi, dipping her head to his ear. “Please, please dont fuck my friend.”

Ironic.

“Dont worry,” He leans his elbow on the counter, finishing the rest of his whiskey. “Shes not my type. Go have fun.”

You order three shots of vodka and apple juice. Its a little cute the way you hold your nose while you down each shot and chase it with some juice. Javis on his next glass of whiskey, watching how some of your drink rolls down your collar bone and into the valley of your breasts.

The sight of you is downright sinful. Its not fair.

“You need another shot or are you good now?”

Youre laughing, batting your hand dismissively. “No, No. Im good. I hate alcohol so I wanted to get this part over with and loosen up a little.”

“You dont have to drink it if you dont want to.”

“I like being drunk, just not drinking.”

“Fair enough.”

You fold your hands in your lap, and spin your seat side to side. “You were asking me something earlier?”

“How long have you been a nurse?”

“Three years now. I was working at a different hospital until recently. Thats how I met Connie.”

“Ah.”

“And you? What do you do?”

Javi lets the silence linger a bit. Fuck it. “Uh, CIA- but im retired now.”

“Oh- Yes! Right! Connie- She told me. Im sorry, you probably dont wanna talk about it.”

This is what makes his gums start itching. Most women- who are just as tragic as him- just bat their lashes and tell him its sexy he works for the government.

But you- Youre good. So you actually care about how hes feeling, and arent just trying to fuck him. Maybe that could change?- Ugh- No- no. Just no. Youll be ruined. Youd get dirty and thatd weigh him down like everything else does. Plus, Connie told him not to.

“Um. Have you done anything fun recently? Aside from all that?” Cute how you try to change the subject to spare his feelings.

Javi breaks open a new pack of cigarettes, slipping one out and putting it between his lips, then flicks his lighter on. Once, twice. A fifth time. No dice. The fucking thing ran out fluid. 

“Fuck,” He grumbles.

“Ah! Hold on!”

An eyebrow is raised.

You dig through your purse, and pull out a disposable lighter. You thumb the sparkwheel a couple times to get the flame going.

“Do you mind?”

Javi hums no and leans forward. You do too, cupping your hand over the flame in case it goes out. It lights, and he gets a good drag in.

“Thank you.”

“Youre welcome.” And youre smiling again and Javi wants to shake you around and see where youre hiding your halo. Hes good at getting information out of people. He could get you to confess.

“Any reason you carry around a lighter?”

“Uhh. For medicinal purposes.”

“Cheeky.”

You spin in your chair once, all the way around then wobble when you stop. Javi shoots his arm out to grab yours and keep you steady. 

“Careful.” 

“Thanks.” A short breath. “Still think I need another shot?”

Javi smirks. “Oh, definitely.”

And youre ordering two shots. Bold.

“To answer your question, I havent done any fun things, no- Oh actually, you know what? I went to the art museum the other day.”

“The MET?”

“Mhm.” 

“I went there a few months ago! Its beautiful isnt it? Do you have a favorite exhibit?”

“Probably European sculptures. The ones under the skylights were my favorite.”

“Yeah, those are beautiful.” You look off, dreamy. 

Youre a childrens nurse, youre bad at drinking, you like art, and Javier feels sick just sitting next to you. Theres so much ugly out there, hes sure youre aware, and yet youre as bright as ever infront of him. Youd probably fit right in with The Triumph of the Church. 

 Theres only one word that can describe that ugly feeling swirling in him. 

Envy. He wishes he could be as untouchable as you feel right now.

Theres a push and pull. He wants to taste your lips and roll up your dress and roughen you up, but he cant- he shouldnt. You dont deserve to get felt up by someone so unclean.

And yet,

Your beautiful smile, one that always reaches your eyes, and your precious laugh, and the way youve been nervously playing with your hands this entire time makes him want to break you. To rip those wings out and keep you from flying. 

Javi really is devilish.

“Okay, shot time!” You push one of the glasses towards him. 

“Im not taking a shot,” He takes another puff from the cigarette, then lets it rest on the ashtray.

“C’mon, Javier! Pleeeeeaaaase?” 

“Javi.” He emphasizes.

“Okay.” You nod, “Javi, please?”

“Fine.”

Alright, alright. It didnt take much, but to be fair ‘please’ and ‘Javi’ just sound so good together when you say it. 

Clink! 

You count to three, and together you take the shot. Javi only grimaces at the taste and youre scrambling for the juice after letting go of your nose. Youre so damn messy about it too. Javi gets the bartender to get some napkins.

“I think I'm done,” You cough.

“I think youre done too.” He smiles, “Do you normally spill your drinks on yourself?” 

You patiently hold still while Javi wipes down your mouth, then your chin, then your collarbone, careful to not get too close to your chest. He eyes the dainty necklace that carries your first name initial. 

“Noooo, it all just happens so fast, you know? Oh! And thank you for cleaning me up.” Youre smacking your lips together, “Ah shit, my gloss.” 

“Yeah, looks like you ate it all in the chaos.” He glances over at the four shot glasses, all stained.

You groan after digging through your purse. “Fuck, I left my compact at home.”

“Being a girl seems hard.”

“It is.” You sigh, albeit dramatic. “Ill be back.”

You slide off the stool and almost eat shit actually. At least Javi is there to catch you. Again. This might be a recurring theme tonight considering how many drinks you had. Must be a lightweight.

“Im sorry- Fuck, Im so sorry,” Youre laughing again, and it gets a laugh out of him too. Back on the stool you go.

“If you fall again Im not gonna catch you.”

“Thats okay, I wouldnt catch me either.” 

Javi thinks for a moment, curious. 

“I could, yknow, put the gloss on you. If you want.”

“Really? Youd do that?”

Your eyes are big and bright, lashes accentuated by your mascara. The way you look at him makes him feel oddly special. Its not sultry, or wanting. You have this natural allure to you. Angelic. That alone makes him want to touch you again. To yank you down from the clouds.

“Yeah, gimmie the gloss.”

You put it in his palm and lean towards him. Javi messes with the applicator, listening to the squish of product inside the tube. Seems easy enough.

Javi situates himself more comfortably in the chair, then holds your chin as he applies it. Youre well behaved the entire time, like he expected, except for the fact that you lost your balance again and gripped onto his thigh to keep you from falling. He clears his throat. There are blaring alarms in his head telling him to put distance between you both.

“Sorry.”

“Its alright. I dont mind.”

You swallow nervously. Any angel would be nervous if they were this close to an agent of hell. Get it? Agent?

Javi tucks away the fly aways first. The applicator swipes across your bottom lip, and hes squinting at the little sparkles in the gloss. Its a nice touch. His thumb rubs away any excess to keep it neat.

“Good job for not falling again.” 

“I had some help.” And youre both grinning now.

“Mkay, all done.” 

You smack your lips, nodding. “Thank you.”

This is the moment where Javi should let you go. He should excuse himself and find someone who isnt you, someone whos filthy just like him, and have them instead.

You tilt your head in his palm, letting him cradle your face.

But youre so pretty, and youre so sweet, and youre right there. 

That feeling from earlier is bubbling up again, the need to ruin you. You might look prettier covered in bite marks and sweat, with your hair messed up and your recently applied gloss all gone. Again. 

He shouldnt.

But then again, what are sinners even good for if not this? Converting others and carrying on the missions of the Devil himself, you know, the works. Fuck, its not like he wasnt doing it anyways. Shout out to the government.

Javi observes you, trying to make a decision. “Hey,” 

“Hiii.” 

“Can I take you home?” 

Its was easy, and you were so well behaved about it too. You did a little nervous yapping on the way to his apartment but it was cute. He learned you had a pet cat, and he tells you about the dog he grew up with. You talk about the shitty weather recently and Javi tells you he got rained on and slipped going up the stairs. It settles your nerves. Good. His phone keeps ringing in the glove compartment, but he just tells you to ignore it. Steve no doubt.

He makes sure to hold your hand on the way up to his apartment, giving it a squeeze before he lets go to open the door.

Javi’s heart never usually pounds this hard bringing any woman to his place, and its downright sinnister how excited he is. 

When the door closes, you both leave your shoes at the door. 

“Want anything? I dont have any apple juice but I can give you orange juice? Water if you want that instead?” 

“Orange juice sounds good.”

You begin to linger about his living room. Youre probably getting a feel for how impersonal it all is. Plain. His room is a bit more interesting, at least. 

Javi hands you the glass and shucks off his leather jacket, draping it over one of the kitchen chairs.

The first time he kisses you, is while walking through to the entrance of his bedroom. One hand gripping your hip and the other cradling the back of your head. He swallows ever whimper, every sigh, every squeak until the back of his knees hit the edge of the mattress. Javi pulls away, watching the string of spit snap and cling to your bottom lip.

“Are you good at following directions?”

“Yes-Yes. I am.” You choke out.

Now sat on the bed, “Great. On your knees then.” 

Tonight, youre going to pray. Youre going to sing.

You hesitate to get down, but do it with no complaints. Javi stretches over to the bedside table, grabbing a spare pack of cigarettes and lighter. 

Your eyes are on him, patiently waiting for another command. 

He continues to smoke at a leisurely pace, petting your head and caressing the apples of your cheeks. Youre leaning into his hand affectionately again.

Youre hit with some of the excess smoke he breathes out, coughing a bit. 

“Javi-”

“No more talking. Understand?”

A beat passes, and you nod again, only shuffling forward to rest your head on the inside of his thigh. Javi taps away the ash.

“Good girl.”

You stay down there for a little while, only squirming and wiggling to relieve the soreness settling into your knees. You dont talk, you dont whine, you dont go grabbing at him. You stay put because he didnt tell you to do anything else. Youre good. Angels are loyal to a fault.

When you do get a command, youre perking up like a dog. Cute. Javis telling you to take his cock out.

You go for it, and he tuts at you. “Do it slow.”

And so, youre doing it slowly now, pulling out the leather from under the buckle, opening it up and then popping open the button to his jeans. Your lips press into a thin line, looking up at him for reassurance.

“Go on.”

His zipper is pulled down at a snails pace, and your eyes widen at the lack of underwear. No surprise there. Javi sighs when you take him your hand. 

He lets you feel him up curiously, your thumb wisping over his flushed tip, smearing along the white beads gathering there. 

“Put it in your mouth.”

You stiffen, unsure. Javis reminded that youre good and you probably dont do this kind of thing a lot. 

“Its not hard, nena. Promise. Want me to teach you?”

Youre nodding now, more eagerly.

“Start by kissing it.”

Tentatively, you kiss starting from the bottom up- That much you know how to do- So its a good start. He sighs out the last bit of smoke and stretches over to the bedside again to put out the cigarette. 

After kissing, youre licking, and after licking, youre finally trying to swallow him. He groans, holding the back of your head and coaxing you to take more.

You gag, backing out to catch your breath then taking him in again.

“Jus’ like that- Fuck-”

And somehow the slight inexperience gives you the upperhand. You want to be good for him, and your  clumsy hands are doing as much as they can to make up for your lack of deep-throating capabilities.

Its when you suck harshly on the head that he hunches forward with a gasp. “Yeah-Yes.”

You do it again, and again, and hes so fucking close now but he stops you. Not yet.

“You did good.” Javi reassures you. “Get up.”

You wobble up onto your feet and hes pulling you into a kiss, hands exploring you all over with urgency. He needs it now, to do what he wanted to do at the bar when he first started talking to you. He needs to drag you down with him.

Javi pulls your cardigan off, and then your dress, and as more layers of your clothing come off the more he cant wait. Youre moaning under his tongue, only squirming when he nips at the flesh of your torso, leaving a trail of blossoming bruises in his wake. He tells you to lay down and you follow accordingly. 

Javi kisses up your stomach, and the junction between your neck and shoulder. You almost speak, almost. And it has his dick harder than he thought it could get. Youre still obeying. Fucking incredible.

He pulls your hips forward, making you whimper. A finger traces through your folds, and he practically gushes with pride just feeling what hes done to you so far. He hasnt even gotten to the best part.

“Talk to me,”

Youre babbling now, “K-Keep touching me- Dont stop. Please, Javi.” There it is again. ‘Please’ and ‘Javi’. He cant say no to someone whos been so reverent thus far.

He rewards you by tracing soft circles around your clit, watching the way your abdomen flexes at the pressure. The combination of nervousness and arousal has your thighs quaking around his forearm. You give in so easy. 

Javi tells you to lay on your stomach, Then, hes pressing kisses up your spine to soothe you. To sedate you. 

You practically crumble when his cock reaches all the way inside you. This is it. Hes going to rip those obnoxious fucking wings out of your back.

“Javi,” You wheeze, clawing at the sheets. His hand sits on the nape of your neck to keep you pinned down. Javi grunts, doubling forward over your back. Its almost like hes punishing your guts just because youre you. 

He grabs your wrists instead, pulling them behind your back and anchoring himself with one hand. The other curls into your hair, yanking your head up from the pillow you covered in drool. 

You sob, trembling when Javi buries himself to the hilt. Hes panting over your neck like a dog, licking and nipping there like one too.

“Thank you,” You sniffle, twisting your neck to get a glimpse of him. Your mascaras running down your face. Humble, even in the face of your own sacrilege. 

Javi shushes you with a sloppy kiss. Hell only accept your thanks when hes finally run you dry.

Tonight is the night you fell from grace. All because of him.

[norsevvy]

BRIGHTWELL

i Cannot stop thinking about how brightwell has The most unconventional relationship dynamic that i think i've ever seen in a show. they're both So fucked up (in different ways, but the result is similar), bad at everything relationship-wise (even just friendships), and are just so Odd. it's such a refreshing take from the usual "Deeply Traumatised person a is healed and helped by Healthy And Untouched person b", since BOTH of them are fucked up

i love how it's seems like dani is worse at relationships, and it's hinted that she's had pretty terrible exes, and clearly has a wide array of trust issues. i really love that bright, who by all means is More off-putting than she is, is shown to be better at relationships and is able to handle them better than she is. it's so interesting to see their version of friendship, where dani drives him home and makes sure he's as safe as he'll let himself be, and where bright brings her little gifts and backs her up, all while quietly and slowly allowing her to see more of him

it's also just so clear that dani Likes him, even from the beginning. she's roped into all of his Hauntedness super early on, and gets to see firsthand, almost immediately, how messed up he is. the pilot episode shows him nearly dying twice, with dani being the first person to get to him and ask if he's okay. then there's her calling out jt for being a dick in early s1, and her driving him home, babysitting him, being on bright duty pretty much all the time...idk i just love how it's so painfully obvious that she likes him, and how she shows that through a lot of very little things that add up super quickly

bright's accidental sincerity is also something that Gets me BAHAHA him calling dani beautiful and complimenting her, all while he isn't realising that he's doing it is RUAUGH MAN IT'S SO FUN TO SEE!!! him effortlessly complimenting her because it's just True in his head is genuinely so sweet, and i love seeing him say something and then be completely confused when dani starts smiling at him

i really can't see them having a "traditional" sort of relationship, which i LIKE A LOT BAHAHA I LOVE HOW FUCKING WEIRD THEY ARE!!! i can't see them being overly physically affectionate, calling each other pet names, or really just doing Anything more than they did on-screen. i feel like their romantic relationship would be very subtle and lowkey, and that's such a different dynamic than what i usually see, and i LIKE IT A WHOLE LOT!! them both being painfully bad at relationships and being in an unconventional kind of relationship themselves is just so cool to me and i wish we got to see more of that

they just have such an interesting dynamic, and they had that dynamic throughout the whole show. i'm MISERABLE that prodigal son was cancelled for like a million reasons, but i'm DEVASTATED that we didn't get to see their weird, strange, deeply unconventional relationship unfold, because it would have been So fucking cool to see that untraditional relationship dynamic play out

[jrueships]

Biggest squicks with the nba fandom?

squick?? AW, that's a cute word!!!! im stealing that now, thank u anon! for squicks in the fanfom.. hm um probs colorism towards dark skins & its unseen seen effects . i feel this way toward Fandom in general and life lol. U'll see it everywhere of course.. huzzah..

anyways yea. i feel like the nba should have a way bigger Fandom on here as a sport, i mean. At least bigger than some. The players don't wear a helmet so u can see their emotions, their expressions! Everyone's taking high quality pics up close! The ball isn't the size of a pebble going 50 mph like in hockey lol. There's no helmets!!! U can see them!! Like! I love it! I love seeing faces! I love football but it's the celebrations that rlly make it, esp when it's a pretty wr who u just know is gonna take his helmet off and do smthing funny for the cam!

But that's also probably why it doesn't have a big tumblr Fandom .. u can see their faces .

Even if u couldn't, u'd eventually see most of them aren't white so. Yea .

And abt the colorism aspect, most of the players that do have a big Fandom are light skin. That's why im not the biggest fan for 'all x positions are x' bcs i feel like that's a big thing in football where all qbs are bttms. Which is funny, and i can see it! Im not trying to ruin ppls fun! But when u see how a majority of qbs are usually white for most of history.. and the ones that aren't get some attention if they look like Tua .. but if they look like lamar jackson.. good f'ing luck trying to find bttm fics for that even tho dude's got a bbl . Even tho i believe in switch supremacy for a lot of ppl (lamar included), i feel like i gotta fight for more ppl like lamar even being able to bttm at all.

Meanwhile ppl like luka or Joey b are just automatically always bttms bcs. Yea. They're 'pretty', so u just gotta apparently. But ppl will say jrue holiday is pretty! But does he have any fics at all of him bttming? Nah. Don't gotta for him. Hm. Wonder why ( I know) .

And with the rise of biracial nepo baby kids in the nba, some of them rlly gravitate to the pg position bcs it's like the head of the machine, and they think they can run that well with all the experience of their pops. So all pgs being bttms are kinda just gonna turn into that qb scenario where it's all light/white pgs are bttms and the other guys can be included thru spoken word sometimes but Def not on paper. And I hate saying this bcs i feel like a Debby downer or smthing. I'm not even trying to call out anyone or anything, it's rlly just a personal vent noticing thing that i can't point out specifics to, i can just say I've felt things.

Ppl go into Fandom to have fun! I'm not trying to police shit. This is all personal venting. But like im here to have fun too, and when u happen to be able to notice more stuff, u kinda just. Notice it. And it doesn't feel fun

And I'm not saying they're totally ignored, dark skin ppl in media. We're def modernizing somewhat . But when dark skin ppl usually ARE included, it HAS to involve a lighter sided person. And it's usually the lighter person bttming and the dark topping. And like i can get it, u know. Sometimes it's just the personality dynamic where the appearance happens to have that! But sometimes the appearance seems to overwhelm the personality aspect, or the personality just isn't showing that strength in the fic and it starts to feel. Weird.

I'm not saying all ships where the lighter one bttms are bad tho. I'm not. But I am saying that it fucking sucks to always have to fight hard against 'absolutes' when the absolutes are always against u . Like. Idk. When i had a luka ship with dennis (a black player whos not lightskin) and mentioned how Dennis was a bttm and all a sudden i got an ask abt how luka can't be a top . Like. Alright man.

U know, cus it's like. U'd never get someone defending idk. Jaren like that. Unless ure me Lol. But that's the thing, like it always has to be me or smthing against the world which is fucking stupid bcs i hate that thinking. It's so selfish! Which makes it less fun to be in the Fandom sometimes bcs it feels even more isolated in an already isolated space sometimes. But that's a personal thing. Anyways

Yeah. It's just tiring sometimes.

It's like the only ships that have white/black player where the white guy is a top.. the black guys GOTTA be a power bttm or SMTHING to explain it like. We have to explain why our beloved princess white guy isn't bttming to idk some black dude lol. But if u reverse that then the white guy bttm doesn't have to be a power bttm bcs no one blinks an eye bcs it already makes sense to them or whatever. Lol.

Lol ..

[going-to-ikea-for-the-fries]

I totally love ur interpretation of alphas smelling kinda nasty it's not my thing but it's very cool and fun!!! (Pls share where you disagree with me I love hearing other opinions)

For some reason to me, omega! Price is fresh baked bread. Like it just seems correct to me idk why

Beta! Price is herbal. Maybe w some very slight powdery notes. But mostly like tea and old books. The smell is on the warmer side even tho I tend to see beta scents as more... cold? If that makes any sense

Alpha! Price is either a sharp, pine scent. Like a Christmas tree farm. OOOOOR this really yummy perfume I have called Jazz Club by replica. It's such a good scent and I feel like either price or ghost fit the vibe of it.

-🔪

Interesting!!! Also Pine Price? Yes yes??!??! 🫵🫵🫵

(I will be highjacking this to post my own hcs!)

(UPDATED) The 141's Scents in an A/B/O AU: Depending on Presentation

Follow-up on these two posts:

As a reminder, these two posts follow a theory of mine that:

Alphas smell so strong and overpowering, bordering on just smelling Bad™️;

Betas smell natural and comforting (average, no major complaints);

Omegas smell sickly sweet and so overwhelming it could make someone ill.

Johnny

Omega Johnny smells like the syrup that surrounds and preserves canned fruit. Canned peaches especially.

Beta Johnny smells like the sea. Salt water, seaweed… that kind of thing.

Alpha Johnny smells like shoe shiner, or another product like that. Maybe wet paint or varnish?

Kyle

Omega Kyle smells like something warm and cosy and gooey that melts in your mouth. My brain is saying honey or honeycomb, caramel or toffee maybe?.

Beta Kyle smells like freshly cut grass, and ivy. Especially when the freshly cut grass is damp too.

Alpha Kyle smells like nearly vinegary and acidic. The best way I can say it is... strong wine that has just started fermenting.

Simon

Omega Simon smells like talc/baby powder. Makes you wanna bury your face in him and sniff like you do to a newborn baby.

Beta Simon smells like old books with yellowed pages. Not necessarily musty or bad.

Alpha Simon smells of black pepper.

ALTERNATIVELY:

Omega Ghost wears scent blockers. You'd never know what he smells like because he doesn't let you. (It's vanilla sugar)

Beta Ghost smells of freshly carved wood furniture, unfinished and unvarnished, still full of splinters and rough edges.

Alpha Ghost smells strongly of burning. Like a campfire, a forest fire, maybe gasoline or sulphur.

John

Omega John smells like lemon merengue. Sickly sweet and tangy at once, with a softness that melts in your mouth.

Beta John smells like a forest, maybe a rain forest, but I could also see him smell of pine and very obviously so. But the kind of pine that people sometimes mistake for mint?

Alpha John smells like rusted iron and dirt... Which a lot of people confuse with fresh blood. Especially when he's angry and his scent mutates.

[mommyashtoreth]

what are your most hated popular aziraphale and crowley mischaracterizations

GREAT question I fucking love complaining

Not to sound contradictory right off the bat but for Az it's both like. "Aziraphale is mean" and "Aziraphale is SO cartoonishly nice that he can't even fathom of anything that could be construed by anyone as being somehow 'bad'", because I think both are really fundamental misunderstandings of Aziraphale as a dramatic character for the former and as a comedic character for the latter. "Aziraphale is mean" seems to be based entirely on the ending of s2 and I've certainly said my piece about that already, but to summarize I think it's a bad reading of that scene and I find "actually Aziraphale is manipulative and mean and Crowley is 100000% always in the right and never did anything wrong ever" to make for a much more boring story than what we've actually got. On the other hand, boomeranging right into the other direction and making Aziraphale way too nice is ALSO something I find boring, but in a more standard "fandom flanderization" type of way. Like, I'm sure you've seen something where Aziraphale is so nice and good and pure and soft and sweet and smol cinnamon roll needs protection that he passes out whenever someone says the word "penis." And I find that boring! It's a bad way to engage with his joke. Aziraphale IS nice, genuinely, and he's good to people and helps people and loves humanity, but also like, he's smug and he lies and he says guns lend weight to a moral argument and is kind of a cunt in ways people don't give him credit for. And that's good! That's awesome. He's really really really funny and I obviously really really like him. Basically I wish people knew how to balance "Aziraphale is nice" and "Aziraphale is a bitch" bc both are true and it's a fine-tuned craft managing to depict both at once

Crowley is harder to pin down... idk I just Also find a lot of fandom Crowley very boring in very similar ways, either stripping him down (God I wish) to form one half of a very basic very boring Good Guy Vs. Bad Guy dynamic, or making him this like Sexy Domineering Alpha Male Daddy Dom type that I find very boring. Not that I think Crowley can never be sexy or domineering, my url is literally, yknow, that, but I think all his "evilness" has an almost playful nature to it where like you know he's having fun with it, OR I like when it feels like he's doing it as a job. like Oh, fuck, have to make the quota today. Gotta go cause a pileup. I think people generally tend to make Crowley either too serious or too nice, and he IS nice, there's a guarded softness in like both renditions of the character that IS very important, but he's still Also kind of a bitch! And that's fun! Idk people always make "sin" out to be some huge thing like "Crowley has to literally murder a child" which makes for good conflict, but there's also little stuff that he's a) good at and b) likes doing, like causing traffic jams and moving construction poles around and just like, generally annoying people and I think that's really really funny. I read a fic once where she would order pizza for delivery to other people's houses, and I'm still workshopping mine where she, like, convinces this rich guy to invest in a bad industry so when his stocks plummet he'll be insufferable to be around (also bc greed is a sin. There are sins besides lust! Animals), and that's fun! And honestly Crowley's fun even when he's down in the dumps, he's funny when he gets annoyed with Aziraphale or when he gets angry at Gabriel or whatever. I wish people tapped into that more! Idk I also clearly like Crowley a lot I think we could hang out I could grab a beer with him and play Bowie and Brian Eno on the jukebox, and a lot of fandom Crowley does not feel like somebody I could grab a beer with. Let him loosen up! Misery is fun to write but all work and no play makes Tony a dull boy

[tetzoro]

if you were to, who would you ship your moots with 🎤

thank you so much for asking me !! why did this just turn into me gushing about their selfships. anyway, thanks for indulging me with this :’)

@seiwas - iwaizumi !! he adores you so much, you’re such a ray of sunshine and i think he’d always look at you so fondly hehe !! everytime i see you post about him i can just see how much u love him and i just know that he loves you just as much !!!

@tetsument - why, mr kuroo tetsuro ofc. you guys are soulmates and my otp hehe this man loves you sooo so so so much, you’re all he talks about <3 he’s always there to squeeze you as soon as he gets home from work and he’s such a lil cuddle bug with uuuu !!!

@logicaltribbles - OIKAWA . it just makes sense . giggling bc for some reason i picture you guys playing fortnite and ur kicking ass (per usual) while he’s shooting at the sky but seriously you guys just fit together so well i will always picture you together <333 MWAH

@eussstasss - eustass kid !!! anytime i see this man on my screen i think of you hehe he’s so protective of you, it’s so endearing T^T and in my head yall are always coordinating fits now so ofc i gotta ship yall together 😋

@heart-of-trafalgar - LAW. and that’s final. “love changes you” 🥰 i know i give him the most shit but you guys are everything to me :((( i love your dynamic and i think yall just get each other — it makes sense ! forever n always !!!

@oooohno - okay i’m going with smoker rn BC BC BC !!! you guys would be so adorable together. you making this 6’10 man blush & kick his feet is everything to me (i caught him once and he told me he’d drop my bounty if i didn’t tell anyone … whoops 😔 …)

@gojipink - childe :3 tbh i need to pick your brain about you and him 10x more but i love your vibes together hehe he seems like he’s so sweet around you , giving u lots of affection :’) you’re his lil treasure !! and i feel like he’s supa protective over you <3 just wants to give u the world !!

@likelilacwine - SATORU . it has to be said . i always love seeing your selfship art and im like “this is canon., yup yup yup” the love you guys have makes my heart melt and i honestly ship you guys sm i had to go with him :’) (but u and this new man …… also a contender and i’m looking forward to watching bsd so i can cheer yall on)

@hwaitham - of course i ship you with ur haithie:3 you guys feel like that couple that’s been together for years n years and still look at each other with so much love everyone in the room can feel it . such a power couple that everyone looks up to ! and the way he looks at uuuu 🥹🫶 my faves my faves my FAVES !! ᰔ

@zorosprincess - kazie pls i ship you with sm people ur so lovable . but my mind always goes to suna for you teehee i think you guys have the best banter and such a fun & teasing dynamic but also can just chill with each other and vibe ! (law and zoro are about to throttle me for not picking them so im also throwing them in there to avoid injury & bc i love yall sm)

@reverie-starlight - tsumu. always gotta b tsumu :3 you’re such a fun person to chat with and i feel like he’d be sooo so drawn to u !! just thinkin about how big he smiles at you whenever you come to his games .. yeah <3 you and tsumu are such an adorable couple !!

@quinloki - ooooh it’s gotta be sabo <3 idk why but in my head i just see yall together hehe i feel like you guys have the same sort of free spirit vibe and would flow together so well !! a dynamic duo !! we love to see it <3 im def going to be stopping by soon to ask u more about him hehehe

@a-girl-cant-decide-on-a-name - taps chin. honestly there’s a few i’d wish to ship you with hehe but i think im going to say osamu !! i think you guys would gel so well together. both have laid back and easygoing attitudes and supa easy to talk to ^_^ but also i wanna toss bakugo in HEHEHE

@dark-mnjiro - HI LEE ! okay so i know ur all about adam these days so ofc i ship you with him teehee but also … why am i wanting to ship u with oikawa 🤭 i think you’d be so cute together !! if u don’t like him pls pretend i only said adam <3 /lh (also i need to pick ur brain for your selfship with adam more bc i need to know more !!)

@kentopedia - don’t hate me …. don’t block me … but sanji. LISTEN ! you and nanami are everything to me, you’re mrs nanami after all. but sanji needs his moment .. he’d spoil you to no end, shower you in so much affection, cook you all the yummiest food !!! he’s lana coded and he’s YOURS. runs !!!! (plus we can double date hello 😔🫶)

@kissingojo - obviously my first pick is gojo bc hello !!! ur literally kissing him rn hehehe <3 but ive seen you talking bout dabi on the dash lately 😏😏 so i kinda wanna ship you with him as well hehe i will be dashing to ur inbox soon to pick your brain about him >:3

@mochimooon - jean !!!!! hello !!! soulmates <3 this man absolutely worships the ground you walk on and he’s going to prove himself to you everyday, he loves you so much !!! i see ur name and think of jean , so it’s absolutely meant to be !!

@satorena - and if i say zoro ……. 🤭🤭 listen . i’ll never forget yall together . you guys are such a hot couple PLS the IT couple ! ofc i ship you with gojo as well but zoro says he’s not afraid to fight .. so uh 🍿🍿 let’s sit and enjoy the show, shall we ? 😌

@crisae - SAE SAE SAE ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝ you guys are literally famous to me . international superstar couple . everytime i see art of you and him i have to wipe a tear bc it’s like my fave celeb couple were seen out & about being cute & in love . i’m ur biggest fan okay 😔🫶 forever shipping u with him !!

@bokutone - MARI !!! HELLO !!!! i ship you with bokuto ofc teehee i think you guys are lil balls of sunshine and i wanna tuck u both into my pocket for safekeeping hehehe ᰔ this man always gives u the biggest hug whenever he sees you, doesn’t matter if you’ve been apart for a few minutes or days !! he’s there with open arms !!

@tetsuskei - i ship you with all ur faves actually so !!! they’re all obsessed with you. but forever holding you kuroo and tsukki close to my heart !! MY BABIES !!!! the poly couple that stole the show <3 but also you and ace are so precious to me .. 🥹 and I WILL NOT FORGET U AND TENDOU EVER !!!!

@bby-deerling - ZOROOOO !!!! (but also … i’m looking at you and law) BUT you and zoro are SO CUUUTE !! whenever i read your posts about him i just :’) bc your love for each other is so palpable and you can see how much you care about each other !! waaah i love yall sm :3 !!

@txmxkis - you already know im gonna say kuroo >:3 !! how could i not !! you guys are so perfect !! idk why but when i think of you guys i always think of you guys on some lil adventure, exploring new places in the city but also in nature hehe & always laughing n giggling together yup yup !!! <3

@xianyoon - WRIOOO !!! oh you and wrio are just sooo so adorable . whenever i see him i think of you now hehe also thinking of you being a lil mermaid and wrio just absolutely falling head over heels for you… AS HE SHOULD !!! ik when i finally meet him in genshin im going to be sprinting to you and tellin u all about it !!! ᰔ

@zorosdimples - zoro :3 !! oh myyy how could i not !! <3 you two are a tale as old as time and just compliment each other so well !! he’s picking u up rn and bringing you in his lap for a lil snooze , literally refuses to nap without u !! but also can we talk about you and yuuji teehee you guys are so adorable and i can’t stop smilin when i see ur lil pfp !!

@suashii you and sunarinaaa <3 LMFAO (had to use that nickname im sorry) but you guys are soulmates actually it would be a crime for me not to ship you guys !! but don’t tell him that i’ve been shipping u and kaeya lately … i think you deserve ur knight in shining armor and kaeya is more than ready to deliver !! (suna is shopping for armor rn btw.. he might need a reassuring smooch)

:3 - okay. ik you didn’t like the post (i think) but i love u and the world needs to know i ship you with BOKUTOOOOO !!! you and ur tinky :’) oh how he adores you. i love you guys so much and i love whenever you come talk to me about him !! mwah

[fireproofheart]

Hi ok I'm having the funniest writing idea known to man.

Primarily Mismag vampire larp AU. yeah not a vampire AU a larp AU. These motherfuckers are playing vampire the masquerade and arguing about larp rules 24/7. Philtrum is the most obnoxious storyteller ever and seems to be fully changing the rules based on which clans she's dealing with. Sam is the Prince obviously and just as obviously, Evan is her Hound referred to in the wiki as "the Prince's personal bodyguard, assassin and leg-breaker" K would be the Seneschal (ie. Sam's right hand man) which could also be fun bc typically the power dynamic is Prince > Seneschal, but I feel like K would want to be an old ass vampire and Sam probably wouldn't be, so they could do a fun little reversal of the traditional dynamic with K getting to be like an evil advisor who helped Sam become the Prince and doesn't aspire to that position (as opposed to constantly trying to kill her which would be the expectation). I also just think it's funny to have an easygoing Prince with a Seneschal who is like full deranged.

Jammer is a little trickier. I think he'd be good as the Sheriff because it involves mediating disputes among the court, this also means that he sometimes holds the leash of the Hound. But I think it's maybe more interesting if he's the Whip for Sam's clan which is like the person responsible for maintaining a united front among the clan, making sure their clan's issues are heard and making sure other clans take them seriously.

Highlights:

Everyone thinks that Sam is a figurehead for K. This is not true and leads to a lot of extremely delightful Sam pretending she isn't understanding the Implications of what someone is saying only to later use it to Obliterate them

Philtrum gets Evan in trouble because between sessions he literally out of game breaks into an abandoned factory bc he heard one of Sam's enemies (idk Axelby?) lives there in game and he wanted to understand the layout for a tactical advantage.

No one knows if Evan is actually Like That in real life, or if he just refuses to break character around anyone else in the larp

Nobody is happy when K gets talked to by the cops because he forgot he was in costume and wandered downtown covered in fake blood

Jammer is Trying (unsuccessfully) to learn the rules without actually having to read any of the books. People think that Evan and Jammer are conspiring all the time, but it's often Evan (who memorized the rules somewhat accidentally) reminding Jammer how combat works.

Jammer and K are always there early because Jammer is bringing snacks and K needs a million hours to do his makeup (there are prosthetics involved)

Evan and Sam always show up together. They always show up in costume. Sam always looks like she's going to the club. Evan always looks like he's stopping over after his last B&E.

[harrietvane]

So, in response to tags on this post re: a Daniel Henney/Navarre Ladyhawke scenario, I have been thinking for DAYS on who else one would cast.

To make it fun you really want to set boundaries. Stick to a) people you can cast now (it's not open choice eg you can't cast Gene Tierney then with DH now, it has to be both here and now), and b) be of an equivalent career profile (aka you can't cast some rando from an advertisment), and c) stick within the general vibe and age range of the original narrative. However point c) has really challenged me, as I looked up the ages of the original cast for comparison and it has not satisfied me re: contemp. casting.

For example, Rutget Hauer was 41, and Michelle Pfeiffer was 27. Daniel Henney is 44, so far so good, but then when I went looking at actors in the 27 year age bracket I get like the Ella Purnells and Daisy Edgar Joneses and Anya Taylor Joys of the world? I get that people who notably played teens on screen recently are not actual teenagers, i do know this... but the idea of casting, like, one of the flashback Yellowjackets vs Daniel Henney (44) bores me to tears. BORES ME to TEARS. Navarre/Isabeau, despite sharing very little screentime, have a feeling of being adults of an equivalent experience/confidence/capability, perhaps because they are both the Adults when compared to Philippe's Youth, and the Bishop's and Imperius' Age. Phillipe has to seem like a teenager to her, but he'll be a mid-20's actor already so like I'm not super keen on casting gorgeous models who have yet to see the fun side of 30.

But also like Zöe Robins is in her early 30s and the vibe they have in WoT seems dynamic and interesting between them, so I'd not averse to ZR as Isabeau for for funsies, and just have a WoT LadyhawkeAU. However, I scouted around by going up a decade for the hell of it.

Front runners are: Jodie Turner Smith (you definely go 'holy shit that is the Face of Love', and she can play a quiet dignity combined with a 'i do what i want' vibe); hard to miss Keira 'queen of costume' Knightley (you KNOW she could do it, and she does 'pining and pissed off' so well); but my fave is Sofia Boutella - Isabeau does a lot of no-dialogue scenes of her Looking and Reacting to things, rolling her eyes at Phillipe, thinking about things silently, and Pining, and Boutella is a spectacular no-dialogue actor. She has a dance background, so no surprise I guess. I mean she's been in a lot of action-heavy stuff with minimal/expository dialogue, and you can SEE her feelings. She can do angry and vulnerable and quiet in combination. She can rock a 'i cut my own hair off' look like no problem.

Imperius is Simon Russell Beale. I just like to see him in everything.

Casting Phillipe the Mouse is impossible. IMPOSSIBLE. Ladyhawke is essentially a 2-hander, times 2, because Isabeau and Navarre can't interact due to the uhhhhh central premise of the movie. That means the actual on-screen chemistry has to be between Isabeau|Phillipe, and Navarre|Phillipe (| or / depending on your chemstry preferences I guess).

Due to the age range, you're looking at bascially the kind of people who get cast as one of the kids in Stranger Things, and I recoil. Broderick's entire brand is built on having so much Ferris Bueller youthful rocket-fuel charisma he literally defined the man-child archetype at 23. I cannot think of anyone working now in that age bracket who I would not immediately tell to STFU anytime they were on screen. Idk, find some kid who is live on stage as Billy Elliot or in Matilda right now somewhere, that's probably your best bet

[pygmi-says-hi]

I'm writing a fic for perceived academic rivals where A hates B. B does things to annoy A, but later on, a twist will occur where B was purposefully doing things to get attention but also secretly helping A out. However, I can't figure out how to write that 😭 they're percieved academic rivals bc while A tries really hard for recognition. B effortlessly surpasses them without trying at all (or even caring). And are put against each other in a final project which the highest grade would be gifted a prize. One A needs but B doesn't at all.

Idk what to write what B does that might annoy A. B is a great person, whom A will discover over time when they're assigned a project together. This will get them closer, and B will open up about all their past acts that they did out of genuine care. While A saw it as a purposeful annoyance or jab at him. (They are musicians btw competing in a talent show of sorts where the project partners will versus one another for the top spot).

I'm trying to slow burn it where they are apart then slowly put in scenarios where they are together. Then assigned a project that gets them closer and vulnerable. Sorry for the yap, I just don't have any writer friends— or friends at all for that matter— to run this by or talk to.

hi! sounds like a cool idea!

I'm not exactly sure what part you want help with, but it sounds like you want some advice on the pacing and 'inciting incidents' between A and B.

Pacing

Academic rivals to lovers, and any kind of slow burn is (personally) my favorite, and it's a really fun dynamic to play with. Pacing can be whatever you like, although it sounds like you are aiming for the slower end of things.

Something to keep in mind when writing a slow burn is why it's slow. What is getting in the way of them just...falling in love?

You've mentioned that B is kind of a thorn in A's side. Great! There's obstacle number one: Personal beef.

In this case, it seems the beef is around the acquisition of this 'prize,' which A wants and has to beat B to get. The smaller, secondary obstacles could be the little 'pranks' or whatever that B is playing on A.

The 'pacing' revolves around the overcoming of those obstacles, which would be the romantic aspect. How fast do they progressively warm up to each other?

Keep that in mind while pacing. Are the 'falling moments' happening too quickly? They will only fall for each other if something prompts it. That means for every obstacle, there must also be a reward, otherwise nothing will motivate the romance.

Remembering the above advice prevents a rushed conclusion. Every swoon has to have a reason. That will keep the momentum while also building tension, which creates the perfect 'slow burn.'

Obstacles

You also mentioned being unsure of what B could do to piss A off.

To reiterate: the goal is A falling in love with B when they realize B was actually trying to help them out, not hinder them.

Which means, the acts need to be believably malicious, while also holding a sentimental perspective. The best way to make this dynamic work is a lot of miscommunication. A might not know the 'whole story.' give it to them via B's actions, but in disjointed moments that paint a mean picture. Then, when they have a moment to reconcile, B can explain the missing details that fill in the gaps and reveal the true, romantic motive.

B potentially could be sabotaging the competition to defeat A's opponents, but A is angry because they think B is trying to overtake their spot, when in reality it could be a Hunger Games situation where they end up being the final two, and then truce and fall in love anyway.

Idk, just spitballing! Hope this helps, and if it doesn't do not be afraid to ask for clarification!

[ttulipwritezz]

I was hoping to request a Regulus Black x fem!reader

Where the reader is a pure blood and Slytherin and regulus is friends with her since he was a kid.

As they grow up the reader starts finding sirius attractive, but regulus watches this from afar. Hurting silently. And he confesses too late

Idk I kinda want a sad ending 💀

a/n: I usually put these at the end but here you go. I had sm fun working on this request and honestly, I don't think I did your idea justice. I took some creative liberty and kind of changed the idea. But the dynamic remains. I hope you like this &lt;33 warnings: mention of smoking, outbursts, kissing, use of the word b@stard, I use certain words a lot so maybe it got boring. anyway, I hope you enjoy it.

Wc: 0.95k

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Unspoken Words That Linger In The Air

- Regulus Black

Y/n L/n hated smokers, ever since she was young she'd seen her father smoke at every occasion possible. The smell of secondhand smoke became so familiar to her that it was almost nauseating.

When Sirius Black became her boyfriend, elevating from best friend's Brother to long-time crush to this, it became a rather obvious detail that he had to quit smoking.

He tried, he really did, and it worked for a while. But alas it was still his go-to coping mechanism. He couldn't let go so easily.

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Sirius returned from his quidditch match, in which Slytherin had won against Gryffindor, and Found his girlfriend waiting in his dorm.

the other boys were still downstairs celebrating and wouldn't be up here for a while.

"How was your match?" She spoke first.

"Great, Sorry we took a little detour before coming here, didn't wanna be here after the awful loss"

"I get it," she said with a smile.

A moment passes...then another.

Slowly...

She pulled him in by the neck, smiling only slightly before kissing him as his lips curved into a smile.

He tasted sweet..

he tasted like chocolate.

Remus's chocolate, that the werewolf always refused to share but would often somehow find missing.

He tasted like strawberry.

The strawberry-flavored taffy Lily always carried in her robes for James, oblivious to the fact that he hated strawberries, they'd often end up with Sirius anyway.

And he tasted like...

.... cigarettes.

The nauseating smell came back. It hit her senses like a bludger.

She pulled back.

"you smoked again." She stated, disappointment lacing her voice delicately.

"I thought you quit" she continued and it sounded unsure, as if she was doubting it.

"y/n I-"

"did you lie to me? Or did you just pick it up again?" It sounded broken almost but still hopeful.

She didn't let him answer and instead walked away.

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"He never listens" came the exasperated voice of Y/n as she sat on the deep green leather couch of the common room, the fire from the fireplace warming her just a tiny bit through the coldness of the space.

"I just don't understand how you are still dating him" said Regulus's cold voice, cutting through the brief silence.

"Alright regulus, he's not that awful"

"one moment you're complaining to me and the next you're defending him, great," he replied in a bored voice, seemingly done with the conversation.

"He's your brother Reg, You can't hate him forever" Her voice was calm, unlike Regulus's which seemed to be growing louder by the second.

"He's not me. And he was my brother, and I just don't understand how you can love him." His voice was stressed as if trying to prove a point.

"Merlin! What's your problem Regulus? I don't understand why you're always so against me and Sirius dating?" Her voice also started to raise, matching Regulus's tone.

"There. That. That's the problem y/n! Merlin! you're so stupid!."

"Excuse me-" Y/n tried to interrupt but was spoken over.

"No. he isn't even willing to quit smoking for you! What kind of a boyfriend is that? I quit because you asked me to." He tried to reason.

"Well, He's not you Regulus-" Again tried.

"Merlin! You don't understand. You don't understand what you do to me y/n. You don't understand how your smile makes me happy or how your tears make me sad. you don't understand how every time I see you smile because of that bastard, It hurts me. You don't understand how bad I want that bastard to be me-" His voice was broken, it sounded so hoarse and so broken.

"-You don't understand how Unconditionally and irrevocably in love with you I am."

His voice boomed through the common room, the two students playing exploding snap in the corner immediately stood up and went to their dorms.

"w-what?" she let out, as a whisper, no other sound could have escaped her.

But it did. in the form of a question.

"you love me?" It sounded stupid but she needed it said once more to believe it.

Regulus didn't say anything. He didn't need to.

An unspoken 'yes' lingered in the air.

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It was past cerfew but her feet still took her to the astronomy tower.

That's where she always went after an argument with Regulus.

It was the one place she always found solace in.

As she walked up the large stairs her feet made little to no sound. Even as they halted after seeing a familiar figure come into view.

Sirius was there, smoking again.

The soft glow from the cigarette illuminated his features in a warm light.

He looked calm.

"you're smoking again" Y/n broke the silence as she leaned against the wall of the tower similar to how Sirius had been.

"It...umm gets stressful without you around." That was an excuse of a response.

"I suppose it does even when I am around" Her reply was far from sarcastic, it was true. Highlighting the fact that she'd caught the smoke a day ago as well.

"what's the matter?" Sirius could tell something was wrong, he always did.

"I had an argument with Reg..." she replied, almost ashamed at her petty fight with her best friend.

"what about?"

"what do you think?" she retorted with a question, that was the only thing that seemed plausible.

A glint of hesitance washed over his features, a moment of guilt followed after.

"was it because of me?" it came out a little louder than a whisper, seemingly too careful.

She didn't answer, she didn't need to, she simply laid her head on his shoulder, the silence spoke for itself.

And an unspoken 'yes' lingered in the air.

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A/n: Not the proudest of this one but i like it Likes and reblogs always help<33

[saynomorefic]

Marcus, Albie, and Nice Guy Syndrome

*SPOILERS Young Royals / White Lotus S2*

I rewatched white lotus season 2 and got major Marcus energy from this guy here.

Albie Di Grasso is the ultimate 'nice guy', attempting to reform his lineage of toxic masculinity by subtle manipulation tactics. His strategy is to be so attentive and accommodating that the person he's pursuing becomes the bad guy for saying no to him.

Some fun Albie (Marcus adjacent) quotes:

"I refuse to have a bad relationship with women." While gendered, this attitude gives off that in his head, he's in full control of the relationship dynamic. Reminds me of how anytime Simon was trying to express his true feelings, Marcus would throw pseudo psychology at the problem until the result was that Marcus came out the hero and therefore Simon must owe him his affection.

"I seem to be attracted to pretty wounded birds." Albie says this to his love interest early on, and at least he is self aware and transparent (unlike someone else.) This line stuck out to me the most related to Marcus. He projects this image onto Simon, assuming things about Simon's past and life based on a) the video and b) knowledge shared with his mother in confidence about Linda and Micke's relationship. This is way before Simon was shown opening up to him about any of it. And so what if Simon is both very pretty and wounded? The problem here is that both Albie and Marcus view themselves as the solution to all their love interests problems if only they were given a chance, which again takes away their partners' autonomy over their life and the relationship. Again, it's I'm going to be the perfect guy, unlike who or what has hurt you, so therefore you have no choice but to love me.

The worst part? In the end, they both get to feel like they're the good guy who got played by someone unwilling to see how great they were, or who was manipulative and non-disclosing, because they wrote the narrative so they could never come out the bad guy. We go back to Albie saying "I refuse to have a bad relationship with women." AKA, if something goes wrong, it's impossible that it was his fault. Same with Marcus. He gaslit and projected onto Simon at every turn, when he tried to slow things down or end them twice, and then had the nerve to tear him down with his shitty pseudo psychoanalysis.

Moral of the story? Don't trust nice guys.

Shout out to @darktwistedgenderplural and our rambling convos about Marcus, Simon, and nice guy syndrome. Idk if y'all have seen white lotus but it's very good!!

[koukouture]

I have decided that I want to be obnoxious so I will be compiling all of my favorite Gposes in this post + context as to why I like it so much.

Also I miss gposing (I'm unsubscribed bc I need to focus on school rn)

This is one of my oldest screenshots from when I first managed to get Anamnesis working on the FFXIV free trial. I've had this idea of Elysia in her dragoon armor falling above Ishgard ala Spiderverse style and I actually tried to draw it once but ofc it kinda sucked ass and this screenshot turned out wayyyyy better. Might just be one of my favorite gposes of all time tbh. Anyways after taking this I kinda came up with a little headcanon that it's a rite of passage for new dragoons to jump off the top floor of the Vault and kind of parkour their way all the way down to the lowest point of Ishgard. So uhhh yeah dragoon supremacy.

I love this one a lot just by virtue of how unexpectedly hard this pose was for me? I has also just finished Stormblood when I started getting into Gpose so I was super Zenos pilled at the time. Anyways, this pose was really hard because a) I was still learning Anamnesis and b) you have no idea how hard it is to make this height different work even when Zenos is lying down 💀

This one was a part of a little photoshoot partially inspired by the hand scene in Perfect Blue where the stalker pretends to hold Mima in the palm of his hand except with my OCs- but it turned out I like the solo shot of Elysia better because idk man LOOK AT IT. The aura is unmatched. Simple composition but it's still so perfect.

These are from the same photoshoot and I'm really only including them because of how hard it was to line this up. But yeah anyways I think I did pretty good.

Uhhhh I really love the Royal Menagerie okay??? Anyways yeah once again just finished Stormblood and I thought Zenos and Elysia deserved a fight scene with a lot of sexual tension so these are like hypothetical shots of that.

AGAIN WITH THE ZENOS- Yeah so- I actually have a lot of more romantic/intimate shots but I feel like they never turn out quite as cinematic as my uhhh normal/more action based screenshots I guess? But I really love this one because the lighting and framing seems so intimate~ Also Zenos being almost reverent with his beast? Hell yeah

Okay I cropped this one that's how you KNOW it's good. What can I say? I really love dragoons. Also I was kind of stressing about this shot because I was worried that maybe Estinien's lance wouldn't be held the right way (I was using the dragoon victory pose) but thank god it was because look at this shot!!!! I have a couple more dynamic pictures where they're both on top of the statue of Haldrath but I think this one takes the cake. Also I captioned this shot "A legacy written in blue- Ishgard's Azure Dragoons" and idk I think that eats.

Okay this one was sooooo fucking hard to get mostly because Anamnesis doesn't let you spawn in actors like Brio does so in most cases you only have your player character, carbuncle, and maybe a training dummy if you're doing a photoshoot in duty finder mode. In the overworld I actually had to use NPCs as extra actors and that is NOT fun. I trailed to nail a more horror-esque vibe but idk maybe this could have benefitted from a little tweaking in Photoshop or a better shader preset because I could NOT find one I liked for this photoshoot. Obviously I love the DRK quests because who doesn't??? Don't worry, I have more DRK themed screenies to come

Oooo okay so this one is inspired by my Hellbound AU fanfic and tldr all you need to know is that Haurchefant is in the Heaven's Ward and DEDICATED to his wife. How dedicated? How about breaking his oath of celibacy and being ready to throw away his nation for her?

Once again super simple composition but immensely impactful. A general tip for taking screenshots in video games is to keep your character either in the center or closer to one of the corners of the frame AND NEVER OFF TO ONE SIDE KIND OF HOVERING IN THE MIDDLE (unless they are framed by something closer to the camera or if there's another character to help draw the gaze/balance the picture) Another things I guess for gpose specifically is to really think about the way your character's outfit will look in the environment. Do you want them to match or really stand out? I should probably make a post of dedicated gpose tips no? Anyways- I really love this one because she just looks so ominous lmao. Btw this is L'hamara! She's not a WoL OC but I still think about my lesbian bunny girl constantly.

Oh Zenos is here again. I promise I ship Elysia with other characters Zenos just has better screenshot potential. Yeah so I think Zenos should have skewered WoL Sephiroth style.

Mmmm okay I know I have a cropped version of this laying around somewhere but little known fact about me is that I LOVE Nier Automata so after I finished Shadowbringers before ANYTHING else I did the Nier raids STAT. The white haired girl is named Saji btw- she's my friend's OC and Elysia's (sometimes) girlfriend :)

God I wish I had nicer screenshots of my other WoL Xia but I don't think I have any cool ones :(. Anyways please perceive my stylish kitty cat daughter and her loser (affectionate) boyfriend. I don't really post about her and I should change that lmao- I keep thinking about how hard it would be on her as a literal teenager being the WoL. I need to do more stuff for her man.

Another cropped one so it bangs ofc. As you can see, I got some mods for Elysia which is really just using C+ to edit her face and hair bones a little lmao. I captioned this one "Hades could not help but hope- for he saw her in the folly of man" which I think is a BANGER fucking line. Something about WoL ultimately proving to him that sundered souls ARE a people worth living... it gets me man. Sometimes it just takes a girl that looks like your dead situationship from 12000 years ago to make you realize that all life is sacred. I will say though I do wish that there was a neat water shadow while in Amarot. I think there's one in other parts of the Tempest but don't quote me on that. I just wanna sell the underwater vibes sometimes yk?

Ugh these... I told you I had more DRK screenshots. This was actually for the entry of this glamour on Eorzea collection and obviously I took versions without the mod but come on man... my girl deserves her luscious long locks. Oh also yes you can pose shadow Esteem!!!! Search "Esteem" when you go to load in NPC appearance and they'll load in- just be careful because the smoke effect doesn't follow them once you've posed them so make sure to position them before you move any bones.

I didn't actually pose Elysia much or anything I just took this before I did the Zodiark trial lmao. I just think it's neat how he peaks between the beams of light almost like they're imprisoning him. I do wish I had changed Elysia's outfit tho because the only think you can really see is her sword while her dress blends in. I had a nice DRK winter glam for the expedition into Garlemald maybe I should have kept her in that.

Oooooh okay these two- The idea behind these two was Elysia and her co-tanks- and obviously Elysia is the off tank because DRK is a DPS job at this point.

Soooo this one is obviously more on the comedic side but this is 100% one of my favourite screenshots ESPECIALLY after adding the text box. Glorious. Imagine your older brother and your pseudo older brother figure fuck I would literally become homophobic too /j

[wulfhalls]

idk who said this but - making the show a lesbian divorce drama was a great idea the writers just seem to have forgotten about the divorce part

it's so frustrating because the show just refuses to make them enemies even tho they've been in conflict with one another longer than they've been friends. the eye for an eye incident should have been the point of no return, it wasn't. the usurpation should have been the point of no return, it wasn't. luke's death should have been the point of no return. it wasn't. b&c should have been the point of no return, it wasn't. rhaenyra asked alicent for the head of son and she sold him down the river at a chance to be her friend again. like. what are we even doing here.

and the worst part is genuinely nobody cares? nobody is watching the show for the alicent and rhaenyra dynamic. the locals are watching for the dragons, war and targ drama, the fandom is divided among the tb people, the tg people and the asoiaf enjoyers and then you have that very very small section which are the rhaenicent shippers most of them don't even care about the rest of the show outside of rhaenicent. that's legit their target audience.

I very much dread season 3 mainly cause of their obsession with the most boring relationship between Alicent and Rheanyra. I can only imagine the dull,pointless,weepy 15min conversatios be forced to watch every episode when they’re in the same place all season. You know they’ll let Rheanyra be angry for an episode at most. I don’t even know what either of them is mourning or longing for at this point,it could not have been a more basic superficial friendship and there’s no way to even imagine they having anything similar now. I can’t say I care for Alicent either way but Rheanyra was very annoying in a bad not fun way any time they shared scenes in season 2 which is not a great sign for the future.

If they really wanted the audience to buy into their friendship they should've spent at least half a season on just the pre Alicent marrying Viserys, which they could never do for time reasons. What we do get is a handful of scenes between them that are not even that well written the only reason it kinda works in season 1 is the chemisty between Milly/Emily and Olivia/Emma and their performances but even they can't save it.

I'll be even messier and say Alicent should not be one of main characters anymore. They changed her character so much she doesn't even play a part in war in order to make her a more sympathetic character but by doing that they made her irrelevant to the plot. All of her scenes feel like filler and the show is clearly struggling to find reasons to keep her around and so prominent.

everyone clearly made peace with the writing on this show and fully moved on and isn't bothered about it in any way shape or form anymore <3 good for us!